Luyện nghe bài hát U Mad (Young Luxenberg Club Edit)

Ooh I don't need either
Ooh don't wanna talk it
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know
Like I know nobody
I guess I
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)

Oh oh, she gon' be mad right? that too bad, right?
Wanna catch that cab, Take back that bag, right?
I guess that she just gon' go buy that purse
I'm on my Chicago shit and this aint what you want. Shout out to Lil Durk
I'm the villain, no really I'm chillin'
stack these 20s, 50s, hundreds, millions, to the ceilin'
Mary, Mary all I need, pussy, money,
And all my in doubles, I'm at the DoubleTree
All I hear hoes out wildin', on the road like every day
We everywhere, any day and anywhere the money say
No questions, no questions please, just on knees
Blow, sneeze, bitch shut up, don't breathe
Gasp, on the gas, 'til I crash, autopsy said that mashed
All praise to Allah, not Ramadan but these bitches
Fuck in the party, pull up her skirt, skrr
Who I forgot her name

Ooh like I don't, like I don't nobody
Ooh like I don't, like I don't know
Ooh like, ooh like I don't nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I don't know
(Oh you mad, huh?)
I I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)

There go lawsuit
In court so much, man I should've to law school
Everybody brawlin', it was all
'Til I hit the bartender with the
I don't fuck fake dudes wearin' fake trues
I just to 2 Chainz and he said, "tru"
I feel like MJ, I'm in his
I'm talkin' Montell Jordan, is how we do
Bust a nigga head and I lay low
These niggas ass-water, get the
She ain't really bad, she a thot
I should hire bitch, she so damn good at Photoshop
That Lexapro got me than a heart attack
I think they finally think they got me where they me at
I got hundred emails in my inbox
What that mean? I ain't callin' nobody

Ooh like I don't, like I don't know
Ooh like I don't, I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I know nobody
I don't know nobody, like I don't know nobody
I I don't
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)

I be catchin' too many stares this evening, God fearin' but God I'm on a roll
At the Louvre in Paris, still be on the block like a corner
Ain't my fault you ain't the man, a plan, man it was planned
They sleeping on me like flights, I pop a Xan on the way to France
like, "oh that's him!", pour that gin, let's get faded
Drinkin' like it's no tomorrow, what's today? I'm in the
Hater, please let me live my life, to God I be tryna do right
But if she bad I might hit a bitch in the like Ray Rice
Uh, y'all pay the price, I pay the difference, it's just
Save money, ain't nothin' different, gunshots and fences
Hold on I'm tryna get loose, please get shit confused
Ask Don C, been lit, this 'Ye shit just lit the fuse
Now I'm on fire, go quiet (sshhh)
Like was you last week? My nigga the fuck was you hidin'?
Like I was laying on my arm I'm on my
South side, I'm down to start a

Ooh like I don't, like I don't know
Ooh like I don't, I don't know nobody
Ooh like, ooh like I know nobody
Like I don't know nobody, like I know nobody
(Oh you mad, huh?)
I guess I
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh you mad, huh?)
(Oh oh you mad, huh?)